Protozoan ([color=7ea7d8]3[/color], [color=ed1c24]4[/color], [color=a2d39c]5[/color])

Proto's mandibles clattered in deep thought as he considered the feasibility of this request. After a few seconds, he shook his head. "No can do, least[i] not at full stre[/i]n[b]gth. I'm[/b] sorry[i], but if I had known a[/i]head of time I wouldn'[i][b]t have gone chosen what I di[/b][/i]d." His head sagged, clearly disappointed in himself. If only they had two more hours, he'd be able to barely squeeze out a power reassignment and be at full strength for this assignment. "[i]With the time we have, I can change powers in about...[/i] fifteen hours or [b]so[/b]. I can have strength, durability, and s[i]en[/i]ses at half strength, gas and wings are what I have left that would work at their full potential."

With that said, he turned to acknowledge the two others in the kitchen in his garbled voice. "Diana, Ignatiu[i]s, hope you two had a good morning[/i]." He spared a raspy chuckle. "Pass me [b]a peach, will[/b] you? Hungry."